stream this song | back to album page | back to homepage | buy this album on itunes Play Track 2 from "fresh blood" by proGrammar Play what games you will. What games of skill I must penetrate to get a date. I think it's great, in retrospect, to go to heck and back for some neck and back, but no suck-sex makes the whole endeavor fucking wack. My charm and niceness veils my Dionysus as I chatter with the ladies with the Spice-of-Life-likeness in skintone. Like brimstone, conversation's bubbly; effervescent, seemingly effortless. Never troubling the ladies that I mix with with shit that's beyond their ken; hate to scare a bunny just beyond the den. Respond to men well? Well, this man will tend to respond to you well, too. And you will, too, back vice-versa as I rehearse a line about something special in your mixture; picked offa you like lint offa light fixture; just like a freestyle. See me smile. It's a cue to you, cutie, and you know what to do: dip and wink with your hand on your hip. Chew fruity glue as you make me think, as you bite your lip, thus my meat increases. Blew out the seams once I blew out the creases. I shoot my shit, but the game smells specious, like an uncooked fish Black and Deckered with Reese's. You pause for a second and I go to pieces, then your small mouth speaks and my throat releases... (sigh)... It's all because of you! stream this song | back to album page | back to homepage | buy this album on itunes